After Hours: Part 1
Title: After hours (Part 1)
Pairing: Kibum/Donghae
Genre: Angst/ Smut
Rating: NC-17
“Fuck, I’m tired.”
Kibum leans back on his semi-reclinable office chair and pulls down his silk tie such that it hangs loosely around his neck. He just looks plain sexy to Donghae. They are alone in the office as it is after hours and half the office lights are off, save for their table lamps that provide just enough a glow for Kibum to see his co-worker.
“Fuck you? Because you’re tired? That can be arranged.”
Donghae walks up to Kibum and pulls the man up by his loosened tie and throws him onto his desk, scattering pencils and paper in all directions. Kibum smirks at Donghae’s forcefulness and the thought of his white-hot racing through his body in a matter of minutes-a great way to end a fucked up day.
Donghae fingers Kibum’s crotch area through his pants and fells the gradual hardness that makes him want to rip off the cloth, eliciting a moan from his victim.
Kibum’s impatience roars like a dragon from within, and he pulls Donghae into him, trying to fuck him through the cloth. Kibum pulls Donghae further in and their lips touch.
The table is far to low and Donghae has to lean into Kibum and on top of him to get to his mouth. Donghae gasps, allowing Kibum’s tongue to enter and warm his own. “Fuck.” He whispers into Kibum’s mouth.
Kibum stops kissing momentarily and Donghae moans in longing. Don’t stop. “Oh trust me, we will fuck.”
Kibum’s authoritativeness never leaves him, even as he fucks Donghae. He lets Donghae go first but yet he subtly does all the work. The tugging and the coercing is all Kibum. Donghae just reciprocates.
Donghae fingers the soft cotton Ralph Lauren that Kibum is still wearing. He carefully unbuttons one-two… Dragging out the longing and pleasure, manipulating Kibum’s impatience. He plays along with Kibum, letting him feel that he is in control but Donghae is the one that really hold the cards.
Kibum becomes impatient. The shirt is not the issue. He hastily pulls open the metal buckle that holds his belt together and accidentally scuffs Donghae on his lightly chiseled torso as he does so, allowing Donghae to let out a soft, but oh-so-sexy groan that only serves to increase Kibum’ impatience.
Donghae wants to prolong this moment and do it slowly. He slids his hands up Kibum’s shirt and fingers his abdominals, then his torso and his nipples. He touches the supple braille that surrounds the bump and bites through Kibum’s shirt at it. Kibum lets out a yelp in pain and pleasure.
His heart races and he begins to pants even though they have not really started and manages a moan, “hell, just fuck me now Donghae,” and pushes Donghae off him.
Both of them stand just at the edge of the desk, waiting to fall back into sex.
Donghae feels Kibum’s impatience and pulls Kibum by the band of his denim pants into him. He whips off Kibum’s belt and roughly unbuttons his pants, puling them down to a pool of cloth where Kibum’s legs are.
“Undo me.” It is Donghae’s turn to become authoritative, and this completely turns Kibum on. Kibum pulls Donghae into his naked erection and allows the friction between his hardness and Donghae’s to interact between cloth.
Kibum begins to drip with desire and wets Donghae’s pants, causing Donghae to growl with pleasure at the thought of Kibum’s arousal.
Donghae wraps his hands around Kibum’s and pulls him into a fierce kiss, sucking out Kibum’s life and passion into the activity, pulling him in deeper, urging him to move faster with his hands.
Only their shirts remain on and Kibum flips Donghae around, pushing Donghae onto the length of the table. The discomfort of wires would bruise in the morning but Donghae does not care. Kibum lifts Donghae by his ankles and wraps his legs around his waist. “Lock them.” And Donghae listens, his eyes staring into Kibum’s with fierce trust and passion that causes Kibum to drip with further desire.
Kibum reaches into his desk and applies lube on his fingers and inserts them into Donghae causing the man to moan with lust and yearning for more. Kibum pushes his fingers further in and fell around until Donghae cries out and Kibum knows he’s got him right where he wants him.
Donghae grabs the bottle from Kibum and squeezes out a substantial amount of lube. He grabs Kibum’s erection and rubs it all over, mixing wet and lube in a mess. “Stop playing Ki, and just fuck me.”
This is when Kibum knows that he can begin for sure. He rubs his wet fingers across Donghae’s chest and fingers his belly button. But this only serves to heighten Donghae’s longing.
Pushing himself off the table, still in Donghae’s leg0lock, Kibum inserts and pushes. This causes Donghae to scream and his cries are heard throughout the office. Donghae inserts his fist into his mouth and bites to suppress the cry of pain. Kibum pulls Donghae’s fist out of his mouth and lets out a laugh, “Hae, no one is here. Just let me hear you scream.”
It hurts like fuck but Donghae wants more of Kibum and slides towards Kibum, his leg-lock allowing him to also pull the younger man further into him. Kibum feels Donghae’s yearning and pushes in further, wriggling about to hit the spot, and he does. Donghae cries out in delight.
Donghae’s thighs start to ache and he lets out a painful moan from the back of his throat. He doesn't want to ruin the mood and so clasps his hand over his mouth. Kibum, knowing Donghae’s discomfort moves his hands from Donghae’s cock to his thighs massaging him in a circular motion. This alleviates Donghae’s tension, and also causes him to discharge, sending a wet soppy mess running down the legs of Kibum which remained intertwined with his thighs.
Kibum smiles and slowly pushes Donghae out of him, causing the man to feel painfully empty and exhausted.
When Donghae unlocks himself from Kibum, he hurts inside because he knows that he must wait for another opportunity to do this again.
As they both get up off the table, Donghae pulls Kibum by his still-on tie and kisses him on his lips. “Tomorrow, it’s really my turn.”
Pairing: Kibum/Donghae
Genre: Angst/ Smut
Rating: NC-17
“Fuck, I’m tired.”
Kibum leans back on his semi-reclinable office chair and pulls down his silk tie such that it hangs loosely around his neck. He just looks plain sexy to Donghae. They are alone in the office as it is after hours and half the office lights are off, save for their table lamps that provide just enough a glow for Kibum to see his co-worker.
“Fuck you? Because you’re tired? That can be arranged.”
Donghae walks up to Kibum and pulls the man up by his loosened tie and throws him onto his desk, scattering pencils and paper in all directions. Kibum smirks at Donghae’s forcefulness and the thought of his white-hot racing through his body in a matter of minutes-a great way to end a fucked up day.
Donghae fingers Kibum’s crotch area through his pants and fells the gradual hardness that makes him want to rip off the cloth, eliciting a moan from his victim.
Kibum’s impatience roars like a dragon from within, and he pulls Donghae into him, trying to fuck him through the cloth. Kibum pulls Donghae further in and their lips touch.
The table is far to low and Donghae has to lean into Kibum and on top of him to get to his mouth. Donghae gasps, allowing Kibum’s tongue to enter and warm his own. “Fuck.” He whispers into Kibum’s mouth.
Kibum stops kissing momentarily and Donghae moans in longing. Don’t stop. “Oh trust me, we will fuck.”
Kibum’s authoritativeness never leaves him, even as he fucks Donghae. He lets Donghae go first but yet he subtly does all the work. The tugging and the coercing is all Kibum. Donghae just reciprocates.
Donghae fingers the soft cotton Ralph Lauren that Kibum is still wearing. He carefully unbuttons one-two… Dragging out the longing and pleasure, manipulating Kibum’s impatience. He plays along with Kibum, letting him feel that he is in control but Donghae is the one that really hold the cards.
Kibum becomes impatient. The shirt is not the issue. He hastily pulls open the metal buckle that holds his belt together and accidentally scuffs Donghae on his lightly chiseled torso as he does so, allowing Donghae to let out a soft, but oh-so-sexy groan that only serves to increase Kibum’ impatience.
Donghae wants to prolong this moment and do it slowly. He slids his hands up Kibum’s shirt and fingers his abdominals, then his torso and his nipples. He touches the supple braille that surrounds the bump and bites through Kibum’s shirt at it. Kibum lets out a yelp in pain and pleasure.
His heart races and he begins to pants even though they have not really started and manages a moan, “hell, just fuck me now Donghae,” and pushes Donghae off him.
Both of them stand just at the edge of the desk, waiting to fall back into sex.
Donghae feels Kibum’s impatience and pulls Kibum by the band of his denim pants into him. He whips off Kibum’s belt and roughly unbuttons his pants, puling them down to a pool of cloth where Kibum’s legs are.
“Undo me.” It is Donghae’s turn to become authoritative, and this completely turns Kibum on. Kibum pulls Donghae into his naked erection and allows the friction between his hardness and Donghae’s to interact between cloth.
Kibum begins to drip with desire and wets Donghae’s pants, causing Donghae to growl with pleasure at the thought of Kibum’s arousal.
Donghae wraps his hands around Kibum’s and pulls him into a fierce kiss, sucking out Kibum’s life and passion into the activity, pulling him in deeper, urging him to move faster with his hands.
Only their shirts remain on and Kibum flips Donghae around, pushing Donghae onto the length of the table. The discomfort of wires would bruise in the morning but Donghae does not care. Kibum lifts Donghae by his ankles and wraps his legs around his waist. “Lock them.” And Donghae listens, his eyes staring into Kibum’s with fierce trust and passion that causes Kibum to drip with further desire.
Kibum reaches into his desk and applies lube on his fingers and inserts them into Donghae causing the man to moan with lust and yearning for more. Kibum pushes his fingers further in and fell around until Donghae cries out and Kibum knows he’s got him right where he wants him.
Donghae grabs the bottle from Kibum and squeezes out a substantial amount of lube. He grabs Kibum’s erection and rubs it all over, mixing wet and lube in a mess. “Stop playing Ki, and just fuck me.”
This is when Kibum knows that he can begin for sure. He rubs his wet fingers across Donghae’s chest and fingers his belly button. But this only serves to heighten Donghae’s longing.
Pushing himself off the table, still in Donghae’s leg0lock, Kibum inserts and pushes. This causes Donghae to scream and his cries are heard throughout the office. Donghae inserts his fist into his mouth and bites to suppress the cry of pain. Kibum pulls Donghae’s fist out of his mouth and lets out a laugh, “Hae, no one is here. Just let me hear you scream.”
It hurts like fuck but Donghae wants more of Kibum and slides towards Kibum, his leg-lock allowing him to also pull the younger man further into him. Kibum feels Donghae’s yearning and pushes in further, wriggling about to hit the spot, and he does. Donghae cries out in delight.
Donghae’s thighs start to ache and he lets out a painful moan from the back of his throat. He doesn't want to ruin the mood and so clasps his hand over his mouth. Kibum, knowing Donghae’s discomfort moves his hands from Donghae’s cock to his thighs massaging him in a circular motion. This alleviates Donghae’s tension, and also causes him to discharge, sending a wet soppy mess running down the legs of Kibum which remained intertwined with his thighs.
Kibum smiles and slowly pushes Donghae out of him, causing the man to feel painfully empty and exhausted.
When Donghae unlocks himself from Kibum, he hurts inside because he knows that he must wait for another opportunity to do this again.
As they both get up off the table, Donghae pulls Kibum by his still-on tie and kisses him on his lips. “Tomorrow, it’s really my turn.”